"There are three ways to make a living:

1) Lie to people who want to be lied to, and you’ll get rich.

2) Tell the truth to those who want the truth, and you’ll make a living.

3) Tell the truth to those who want to be lied to, and you’ll go broke."

https://jasonzweig.com/three-ways-to-get-paid/

War, climate among high priority topics at Davos meeting

#comic #unix_surrealism #linux #art #mastoart #computers #bash #dillo #lgbt

it's raining and five degrees in june, and that means you should be listening to portishead's first album.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLH1JGOJgZ2u2J7bRnfjl-7kDj_vQKTPa6

The only reason infosec.exchange isn't defederated is from grapheneos.social is because it's too big to fail.

infosec.exchange has very consistently failed to address rampant libel and harassment directed towards our team from their instance.

At one point, the admin of the instance publicly posted we'd reported harassment with details and asked for feedback which acted as a rallying cry for people engaged in these attacks. None was addressed. We stopped filing reports of harassment to them.

From thisisme0403:
My therapist once told me to do something strange. He said, "Write everything down as if you're dying in 30 minutes." I laughed and said, "What? That's not true..." But before I could finish, he shouted, "Are you out of your mind? I said you're dying. Write it down!" His tone changed everything. I wanted to ask questions, but he yelled again, "Why are you wasting time on me? You have 29 minutes and 30 seconds left." So I picked up my pen and started writing. At first, I didn't know what to say.

Then I wrote to my parents, my friend, my siblings. I wrote everything I never said out loud. It was like all feelings came out at once. When the 30 minutes were over my therapist told me to stop. "Rest for fifteen minutes and then I'll tell you something." I sat there breathing hard, eyes wet and totally uncontrollable heart beat. mind racing. He gave me a glass of water and said, "Now read what you wrote." I read it slowly. Every word was full of love, regret, and things left unsaid.

He then asked, "Why didn't you write to your boss? Or your exes? Or the people you complain about?" I said, "Why would I write to them?" He smiled and said, "Exactly. If they don't matter in your last moments, why do they matter so much now?"

please share my art to help me achieve my dream of having 4 million dollars

#unix_surrealism #art